Sunday, 5 June 2016

Dream Garbage

Today is garbage day. Actually, every Friday is garbage day
except for those rare occasions when Christmas falls on a Friday and then it is
on the following Monday and once we had to wait another week to have it picked
up. We don’t generate very much actual garbage any longer, what with the kids
making and dealing with their own garbage now, so we can afford to wait a week
for pickup.

We can, but since I am paying for the service, I expect to
get service. We also have a recycling bin ($8.50/month) and sometime in 2017
the city is rolling out a compost pick up ($6.50/month). The recycling is done
on the same day as the garbage, but I understand that come 2017 the garbage
will be picked up every two weeks and the recycling and compost every week.
Well, I hope the compost will be picked up weekly or else our back alleys will
be filled with interesting odours and attracting some of the less desirable
wildlife. That’s progress.

Just a grumpy old man’s complaint….I already compost in my
back yard and don’t see why should have to pay extra. They should reward me for
years of keeping my compostables out of the city dump. There are things the
city can compost that I couldn’t, and it will be nice to cycle everything back
to planet earth I suppose. Things change, we adapt or die and then get
composted.

Last night I was dreaming about garbage. It was my garbage
bin, but for some inexplicable reason it held an amazing amount of stuff. There
were the typical bags of rotting veggies and normal household waste of course.
I noticed a human body and a few small animal carcasses, some auto parts and
yard waste. You know…normal stuff.

The things in there that disturbed my dreams happened to be
from my garage. They were items that needed to go into the trash, but I wasn’t
quite ready to part with them. Small bits of wood, too big to throw out and too
small to use. An assortment of metal that might have a use some day. There were
some large sheets of card stock that I was saving to make patterns for as yet
undetermined wood working projects. Louise had also thrown out my clothes! Not
just some of my clothing, but all of it. I will admit that at least half deserved
to be there, but a lot of those items had sentimental value for me.

The bodies I can live with, I’ll just cover them up with an
old blanket so that the garbage man doesn’t see them and call the cops. Now, I
will have to start collecting small bits of wood, a new assortment of metal
bits and the worst part is now I have to go to the second hand store to buy
new/old clothes that some other wife donated instead of tossing them in the
bin. This is starting to feel like a nightmare…